The Mating Run by Leeka
Chapter 56
Drug
The cold seeps into my bones, a relentless chill that sends shivers down my
spine.
The ground beneath me is unforgiving, cold and rough against my restrained body. I can feel the coarse texture beneath my fingertips, confirming my suspicions – must be in some cave, a dark cavern where the echoes of my silent struggle reverberate in the shadows.
I’ve lost track of time in this bleak abyss.
The blindfold denies me the privilege of witnessing the passage of days, and the cold becomes a cruel companion in this isolation.
How long has it been since I was forcibly dragged into this ominous darkness? Hours? Days? The question lingers, unanswered in the void that surrounds me.
A sudden jolt interrupts my contemplation, a brutal yank on my hair that tears through the veil of my thoughts. I gasp, my scream muffled by the fabric pressed against my mouth. The captor’s grip on my hair is a vise, a painful reminder of their omnipotent control.
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I’m forcibly pulled into a sitting position. The blindfold denies me vision, leaving me to confront the darkness with a heightened sense of vulnerability. The cold seeps into my skin, intensifying the tremors that rack my body.
The cloth is yanked from my mouth, a sudden liberation that leaves me gasping for air. I’m parched, my throat dry and pleading for relief. The captor’s hand hovers near my lips, a sinister presence that lingers in the shadows.
I’m yanked into an even more upright position, the cold ground biting into my skin. I can feel the captor’s breath against my ear, a sinister whisper that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Drink.” the captor commands, their voice a low growl that sends a shiver down my spine. “Every last drop. You hear me?”
I nod, the desperation for water eclipsing any semblance of defiance. The captor’s fingers press against my jaw, forcing my mouth open. The liquid spills into my mouth, and I gulp it down with a thirst that borders on desperation. The water cool, a fleeting respite from the suffocating dryness that has plagued me. I swallow, each gulp a momentary reprieve from the torment of thirst.
But as the last drops linger on my tongue, a bitter taste creeps in.
“What’s that?” I manage to croak, my voice barely audible. “What did you make me drink?!”
Before I can protest, the cloth is stuffed back into my mouth, silencing any attempt at vocalizing my fear. I’m left to grapple with the lingering taste of the mysterious drink. The captor releases their grip on my hair, allowing me to slump back onto the unforgiving ground. I pant, my breaths erratic as I struggle to regain
composure.
I should be foaming
blindfolded existence. I try to rationalize, to find a shred of comfort in the midst of this consuming dread. Maybe it’s not poison, I tell myself. Maybe it’s just a sick game, a psychological torment crafted by
a sinister truth. What if it’s a slow–acting poison, one that takes its time to wreak havoc within
cave remains an impenetrable shroud, its secrets concealed in the darkness that surrounds me. I try to listen for changes in my own body,
amplifies the terror within me. My breaths come in shallow gasps, the air heavy with the weight of the unknown.
my wrists, as if the physical act of resistance could dispel
underlying note of something foreign and unsettling. The realization sends a chill
heart reverberating through my body, an erratic rhythm that mirrors the chaos within. The silence is punctuated by the haunting
for any signs of an approaching presence. The captor’s footsteps remain absent, leaving me to confront the deafening silence.
me. But the fear persists, a relentless adversary that refuses to be subdued. I’m caught in the
of the drink haunts me, a spectral presence that casts a shadow over my every thought. I close my eyes, seeking refuge from the
drag on, an unyielding procession that brings me no closer to understanding the nature of the drink. I’m suspended in this limbo of uncertainty, my mind a battleground of
or merely a prelude to a
brud
try to wipe it away, but the restraints hold my arms in
a bitter reminder of my vulnerability. I want to swallow it back, to regain a semblance of control, but the taste lingers like an
The cave becomes a labyrinth of shadows, the darkness pressing in on me from all sides. I try to calm my frantic breathing, but the air feels thick and heavy, a stifling presence that only exacerbates the unease.
existence. The restraints offer no reprieve, and I’m left to confront
my attempts to alleviate it. I squirm within the confines of my captivity, the urge to
adds a layer of shame to my already compromised state. I want to resist, to
suffocating fog, obscuring my thoughts and leaving me disoriented in this cavernous prison. The world spins, a dizzying carousel that adds to the disconcerting symphony of my torment. I want to cry out, to voice
taste of the aphrodisiac lingered on my tongue, as its effects began to take hold, filling me
sense of lust.
at the edges of my consciousness, a primal need that amplifies the desperation within. I feel a yearning, not for sustenance, but for Zeke. The hunger transforms into a visceral craving, an ache that resonates through the very core of my being. I whimper and cry, the sound
f
I’m swept away on
itch persists, an insidious presence that burrows deeper into my psyche. I clench my teeth, a futile attempt to stave off the rising
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